This small thought for you.

you've become the goosebumps that lay across my skin.

the pulse that keeps my heart beating,

the food my soul yearns for,

but

i have goosebumps when you leave.

my heart still beats when your away,

and my soul is never quite satisfied from my hunger,

i haven't come up with a complete concept on why

my feelings are so infatuated with your being.

but,

your soul must love my soul because you kept on reading.

This is for you.